Frank would have never placed any blame for their kids' deaths on her. It had been his job to protect them all, but who would have thought they would have witnessed a murder. She might have thought anything was better than being dead, but being the survivor in an ordeal like that. That was a fate worse. Six long years of bitterness and anger and vengeance.
When she reached for his hand, his breath quickened as he squeezed it tightly, almost certain she was a ghost and about to disappear at any moment. Down underground, there was another doorway he took them through to a long staircase that opened up into a wide open space filled with racks of guns and weapons and the like.